Clayton was in a rage. Matt had no idea what he was talking about. He would regret what he'd said. If it was his baby, there was no way Matt was going anywhere near it. The surging adrenaline coursing through his veins seemed to diminish the soothing effect of the alcohol. He went back around the bar to get himself a beer. He'd just popped the cap off when Chase burst into the bar looking for him. "Clay, you'd better come, my mom is looking for you." Clayton let out a deep sigh, figuring he wasn't going to get a chance to enjoy his beer after all. "I'm going to guess it's about Camden," he muttered bitterly. "I don't know dude, my mom just told me get you at the pack house and bring you back, like now," Chase said urgently. "What's going on?" he asked. "Camden left," Clayton responded plai
